Cheeky bastard!

Pea just alerted me to the squirrel’s vicinity to the tree with our freshly-hung bird snacks. I ran over to check it out, and the bastard* had already jumped up and removed an entire cookie for himself. (Knots tied with frozen fingers aren’t squirrel-proof?) He paused to sample a few bites and then took off running with it in his mouth. He disappeared under the fence with his prize and it was all over in 15 seconds. It took 7 hours before we lost the first one. Wagers on how long before the tree is bare?

The cookie he stole? The squirrel-shaped one. Honestly.

*Squirrels, especially Madison squirrels, and I have a history. We are not friends.